![]() Tobias and Habiba had been so right he had to see what was going on aboveground and clear the tunnels on a solo check before taking Dragon Rider down there with him. Small rocks and debris flickered with brimstone fury. The sound of human suffering was like a piteous, droning hum. Moaning echoed from every doorway and building entrance. The sun wore a deep, charcoal mourning shroud. Battered landscape laid bare in yawning, silent screams of fractured earth. In fact, there was no such thing left called natural order as Carlos peeped out of the safe house window witnessing what Tobias and Habiba had warned of. The world's geothermostat was out of order. Fist-sized ice fragments still littered the pocked streets, even though it was close to ninety-five degrees outside. Car alarms and sirens sounded the smell of burning gasoline and smoke added to the already dust-laden air. ![]() Buildings were on fire, shelled by cosmic fury. It looked like the smoldering hail had strafed every window and wall with the force of an Uzi drive-by. ![]()
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